"He's a splendid fellow, Will Halliday is," said Rhoda to Nan. "He likes outdoor life—and that's the best there is."
"Does he come from out West?"
"The middle West—Iowa."
"You are making a good rider of him, Rhoda."
"Well, I like somebody who takes a real interest in a horse," answered the girl from Rose Ranch.
One night in the ballroom, Rhoda espied Linda across the room and with her was a girl who looked familiar. She called Nan's attention to the fact.
"Why, yes," said Nan with a puzzled frown. "It looks like—why, Rhoda, it is——"
"Cora Courtney!" finished Rhoda in a "what-will-happen next" tone of voice.
"Let's go over and make sure," said Nan, and they started to skirt the floor, hugging the wall to escape the dancers, for the floor was already crowded with them. But when they reached the spot where Linda and her companion had been, the latter were gone, and, try as they would, the girls could not find them.